The killer completed the task once again and sat on the sofa from the target's house, and he tried to put himself in his target's shoes to feel what it is like to have an everyday life. Day after day of blood and violence, the killer felt ...See moreThe killer completed the task once again and sat on the sofa from the target's house, and he tried to put himself in his target's shoes to feel what it is like to have an everyday life. Day after day of blood and violence, the killer felt worn out by this life. He stared into different mirrors, but all he could see was the same bleak face. This time, he deliberately left evidence; the thought of ending this Sisyphean life permeated his mind. The killer walked into the convenience store he would often go to. He felt the butterflies in his stomach every time he saw the female cashier. The female cashier always works the night shift, and their moments together were written in water. Habitually, he would collect the lighter given to him by the cashier every time he purchased cigarettes. The killer returned to his basement, patiently waiting for justice to arrive. The heat from the killer's gaze still lingers in the air after he leaves. After work, the seemingly sweet girl puts on her veil of cruelty. She followed the killer's trail, distilling all the evidence he went into the gloomy night. She had this morbid fascination with the killer. She trapped the killer utterly from escaping. "Another beautiful night." The cashier was on her way home when she suddenly remembered something. She pulled out her mobile phone and slowly sent the message to the killer for his next mission.
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